"Gentleman passing by, who can help me bury my father-in-law?"
Ah Yi took his small towel and started to act like a battalion commander, directing people to fetch water and pouring water for everyone in a line.
At this time, Shangguan Jieci, the woman standing here holding her child, suddenly raised her voice a little, perhaps wanting more people to hear.
She was an overseas Chinese. Her family was doing business in Myanmar. They encountered a war and her husband died. Her father-in-law also died of illness while fleeing. She was left with her six-year-old son, Lei Baoer, a very cute child.
"Gentleman passing by, can anyone help me bury my father-in-law——!"
Her voice suddenly became louder, attracting the attention of the group of defeated soldiers resting beside her, including Milong, who had fallen at the end of the team and finally caught up to direct the cart.
Shuoyu originally wanted to take this opportunity to secretly take it, but then he saw the expression on Milong's face, a cautious look, as if he had seen some lost treasure. It was the first time Shuoyu saw such an expression on his face.
The despair and bitterness dissipated in an instant, and his eyes became clear and stupid again. With just one glance, Shuoyu was sure that Milong would help this woman. He took advantage of the time when Milong's soul floated to the woman and quickly filled his bag with canned food, biscuits and other things.
Meng Fanle and his group of guys just lay there and watched Shuoyu's "stealing" behavior, keeping their mouths shut, because each of them knew that they also had a bite in it,
Milong could no longer see or hear anything except Shangguan Jieci and Lei Baoer standing by the road.
He was thirty-eight years old that year, older than even Captain Fanla. He looked at the woman and her husband standing by the roadside with an expression that had never appeared on him before.
Fanla's eyesight has always been very good, so when he swallowed the can in his mouth, he found that something was wrong. The corners of his mouth turned up abnormally, and he made a sound of watching the show in his throat. Some people around him echoed his voice.
Shuoyu immediately turned around and shared the same hatred with Milong.
"What are you guys making such a fuss about? It's called a love of beauty, everyone has it, you know!"
Shuo Yu wanted them to stop talking nonsense and eat quickly, then he hid his bag behind his back with a guilty conscience.
In fact, his actions were a bit superfluous, because now Milong's mind and eyes were no longer here. His eyes told everyone that he had become the grass-eating Bull Demon King again. He found a bull nose ring that belonged to him.
His eyes looked there uncontrollably, even his anger was sticky. Shuo Yu turned his head away and smiled, then turned back to look at him seriously.
"If you want to see it, look closer. If you hesitate, you are not like us Northeastern gentlemen!"
Later, Shuo Yu heard from Li Liansheng that before Mi Long fled to the mainland at the age of 27, he had a wife and a six-year-old son. However, the Japanese not only destroyed Mi Long's ancestral grave with a cannon, but also made him lose his wife and children.
The child is the same age as Lei Baoer. Shuo Yu privately thinks that little boys of that age look similar, equally naive, and equally troublesome.
Milong blinked and looked at Shuoyu, feeling a little embarrassed, with an expression of "Oh, this is not good" on his face. However, those two long legs passed by honestly.
The cannon fodders behind him, such as Bu La, Veterinarian, and Kang Ya, were watching this scene with laughter on their faces. Shuo Yu was also watching. This scene was not common. He was the kind of person who liked to join in the fun.
Lei Baoer was also looking at the guy walking towards them with a curious look.
A guy who didn't drink but looked drunk. When Milong walked in front of Shangguan Jieci, Shangguan repeated her words without looking at the man in front of her.
There was a kind of sadness about her, a very quiet sadness.
"Where are you from, a refugee? Where is your husband?"
To be honest, his way of chatting people up was so bad that Shuo Yu just wanted to hold his head. This also proved that Mi Long was not a smart guy under normal circumstances.
"This, is your son?"
He probably really didn't know what to say, so he wanted to touch Lei Baoer's face, but the child pushed his hand away.
Shuo Yu couldn't bear to watch it any longer, so he shouted,
"Let's talk business, let's talk business!"
Fanla, they were watching the joke and thought Milong would definitely be defeated, but Shuoyu didn't think so. He seemed to remember that Milong and this woman were really together.
Milong seemed to have just woken up from a dream, and kept saying "yes, yes, yes".
"Um, you, can you marry me?" Shuo Yu felt that it was a bit too straightforward to ask you to talk about serious matters.
Now Shangguan Jieci and Milong looked at each other, and she finally saw clearly the man in front of her, the man who had stopped for her, no matter why he stopped,
"Can you help me bury my father-in-law? He made a three-inch thick coffin for himself, but it burned up in a fire. If you make him a three-inch thick coffin, I will marry you."
Shangguan Jieci looked at the dirty man in front of her who looked like a "nouveau riche" in a calm tone. Shuo Yu finally saw her face clearly at this time. She was a person who looked well-educated, a woman who would never have had any intersection with a man like Milong if it were not for this war.
"I can, I'm very capable, but don't get me wrong, I'm asking you to marry me!"
Milong pointed his black finger at himself, and a gleam began to appear in his eyes again. Perhaps every Northeast man has a scene in his mind: a wife, children, and a warm bed.
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